I'll admit it--I have not really exercised in over a year. I don't exercise much while pregnant, due to vomiting till 20 weeks, followed by a few good weeks, followed by muchas contractions, followed by Finn and Ollie coming 3 weeks early. Not to mention those pesky c-sections that leave you hobbled up for a while. I'm not complaining...just observing. I think babies are worth every ounce of trouble.
I often marvel at my ability to watch inspirational weight loss shows, like the Biggest Loser, while happily munching on chips or oreos. Have you seen Jillian's rock hard abs? Impressive, but yah, no so much for me.
I sprinted to the mail box the other day and came back huffing and puffing like I'd run a marathon. It was quite pathetic. I had flashbacks to roller blading with Jessi Schatzle...her pushing my 2 boys in a trailer, while I pushed just Davis with my weak sauce legs.
Yesterday I took Ollie on a brisk walk and it felt great. I came home energized and made a mean batch of beef stroganoff. Immediately after dinner, I haphazardly started doing crunchies, push-ups and light weight-lifting. I had no plan, not even a p-l-a. I even set the timer for 5 minutes and started running laps around my family room. John, of course, thought this was hilarious and decided to turn on some rap music to further the amusement. The boys' eyes were as big as saucers, as they could not believe their good luck that mommy was actually going to play tag with them. So, around we went, they chased me and I chased them. John wanted to video-tape this spectacle, but I forbid him. Also, if you've notice, this is one of the few posts where I've conveniently forgotten the existence of the camera. If you want to see this, you will have to come play a little game of tag with me yourself!
This morning I woke up with a little cough-cough, like my body was already revolting. Pathetic, I know.